Lyrics

The old, forgotten toothbrush
Every week I clean a home for a mother and her son,
a family in pieces, since a brutal illness won.
The father of the house had to leave without goodbye
leaving fingerprints behind in a never ending cry.

Last week the time had come for the bathroom shelves to shine,
among the gathered clutter, an item fell in line.
Well covered by the dust, an old toothbrush came to light,
showing grief never let go, without a proper fight.

Chorus
The old, forgotten toothbrush, on its own and filled with dust
a reminder of a time when life was fun and not a must.
It was left on the shelf, when its owner passed away,
changing life forever for the ones who had to stay.

Loss has got its stages, just like everything around
at first you're numb and time stand still, before some peace is found.
There will be times when coping is the best that you can do
but coping long enough , will help real living to shine through!

Chorus
The old, forgotten toothbrush, on its own and filled with dust
a reminder of a time when life was fun and not a must.
It was left on the shelf, when its owner passed away,
changing life forever for the ones who had to stay.

At the moment time has stopped for the mother and her son,
they live inside a bubble, feel like happiness has gone.
From the outside I do hope, they soon can turn around
believing in their hearts, more laughter can be found.

Chorus
The old, forgotten toothbrush, on its own and filled with dust
a reminder of a time when life was fun and not a must.
It was left on the shelf, when its owner passed away,
changing life forever for the ones who had to stay.

Åsa Sandberg©2013